Page 7 of Spicing It Up

“No, not at all,” Sir said. “It will take a few minutes to fry the steaks anyway.”

The front door clicked shut as Sarah and James headed to the front drive. Sarah smoked too and as Cassandra went into the kitchen she knew it would be five minutes or so before they returned. Perfect amount of time to load the dishwasher and start on the main course.

The kitchen door shut behind her.

Cassandra turned, surprised.

Sir was staring straight at her.?“Put down the plates,” he said. “And get over here.” He made a come-hither gesture with his right index finger.

A flash of heat went through Cassandra. She knew that tone of voice. What had she done wrong? Was it the slip-up of nearly calling him Sir? Oh, and just when she’d decided to be as good as she possibly could be.

She set down the plates and moved to him. Her heart was beating fast. His dark eyes flashed, desire and dominance burning from them.

“What is it, Sir?” she asked quietly.

He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her. He then backed her up so her spine touched the closed kitchen door. His right hand rested over the hollow of her throat, his big fingers spreading wide. He pressed his chest to hers.

Cassandra stared up at him. He looked so handsome and strong in his black shirt, and the feel of his hands on her made her want to melt.

What is he going to do?

“You nearly called me Sir in there,” he said, his lips almost touching hers.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, Sir. I guess it’s such a habit. It was an accident.”

“And how would we have explained that to our guests?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“They’ve seen the ginger root that I’ve prepared for your ass later, they may have put two and two together, and we’re not ready to tell anyone yet, we’ve agreed that.”

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “But I don’t think Sarah would guess the ginger root, it’s not how she is, I’m sure.”

“But it’s howyouare.” He slid his free hand over her breast and squeezed. “It’s in your makeup, isn’t it. You’re a submissive, you just want to serve and take what’s given to you.” He kissed her, once, hard and fast. “You want to take it from the Master who loves you, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, Sir.” Her belly trembled and her nipples spiked. Their friends were just outside the front of the house and he was talking like this. Touching her like this.

“I think you need to learn a lesson in self-control,” he said, his eyes narrowing.

“Yes, Sir. If that’s what you think, Sir.”

He slipped his hand lower and dragged up the bottom half of her dress, exposing her bare pussy.

“Are you wet?” he asked, sliding his finger through her lower lips.

“A little.” Who was she kidding? Her Master pinning her to a door with one hand at her neck and fingering her pussy—of course she was wet.

“Spread,” he said, tapping her ankle with the toe of his shoe. “Yes, Sir.”

She did as instructed and widened her stance.

“You’re going to come now, Cass. Really fast, really, really fast, because we have a meal to prepare for our guests.” As he’d spoken he’d slipped his fingers further between her legs. “And we don’t want to keep them waiting.”

“Oh, but…”?He pushed two thick fingers into her entrance.

Cassandra gasped. Her knees weakened and she was glad of his body supporting her.

“But what?” he said.

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